Across the shore, behind the rocks,
My wounded heart strangled in sinful locks.
I stretch my arms wide to embrace the globe,
The grief of denial – the soft whisper fondles my ear lobe.
The significance of my subsistence is fairly explained,
I wandered bare foot; my liberated soul detained.
The hustle bustle to seize the life’s train overwhelms me;
The horizon caresses my sight compelling me to flee.
Sorrow and distress soothes my soul;
Longing for agony performs a mighty role.
Blissfulness is neither my aim nor my consent;
Desires dwelling in my heart are slaughtered – twistedly bent.
The intoxicating air bruises my free will;
However leaving the world behind; my fingers feel the top-most hill.
Confessing my sins sanctifies me with a new life;
My soul is naked – transgressions excited to slash me with a knife.
The evil is tempted by the nobility of nakedness;
Thus wrapping the new-born soul in the garb of wickedness.
Several births in this world may not feed the soul with goodness;
Hence this world is the abode of evil upholding darkness and blindness.